#morgott / reader

[eldenbiscuit]

The Golden Hour (Prelude)

The Golden Hour is an ambitious Elden Ring graphic novel about King Morgott's life. It is a purely fan-made project, by two women: Writing & art editing: EldenBiscuit/ Lin Art & Illustration: Maledicta Art/ Sofia

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#margit the fell omen #morgott the omen king #the golden hour #elden ring #elden ring comic #mohg #morgott #elden ring manga #fanmade #morgott the grace given #morgott x reader #elden ring morgott #elden ring margit #elden ring godwyn #godwyn the golden #marika #eldenring #Elden Ring manga

[wxnheart]

Worshipping him.

Admiring his body, your eyes sparkling with wonderment and love.

Leaving him flustered under your gaze; you make him feel beautiful. You make him feel sexy. You make him feel... safe. And loved. So damn safe. So damn loved.

His body is a canvas made of stories, some good and others downright horrifying. And with every ridge and scar your fingers run across, you hear them again. You never tire of hearing them.

Cupping his cheek, a cheek that's seen a fist or felt the sting of a slap more than it has the warmth of a kiss. You remedy this. You'll always remedy this.

Running your thumb over his lips. A kind or vulnerable word may seem few and far between with some people, but you know that when he speaks them, it's genuine. It comes from the heart. You feel the gentle pressure of his kiss against your finger and god, he's so fucking beautiful—

Resting your palm over his heart. A heart that beats strong and steady, a heart that's experienced so much pain and suffering, that's been broken more times than you two can count and he's always had to pick the pieces up and glue them together himself. A heart that dares to be vulnerable, to open up and love in its own gruff way. A heart you wish you could make anew but can only try your damndest not to break again. And he believes you. He'll always believe you.

You worship him and he falls deeper into you...

#multifandom imagines #tw: mentions of abuse #bruce wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #simon riley x reader #frank castle x reader #konig x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #morgott x reader #doom slayer x reader #doom #dcu x reader #marvel x reader #elden ring x reader #dcu #marvel #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #call of duty #elden ring #honestly it can be anyone you envision.

[lxvvie]

A relationship with Morgott the Omen King would consist of:

Embodying the quintessential enemies/frenemies to lovers trope.

Morgott being fascinated by the obvious size difference and as a result, he's much gentler with you.

Bickering like an old married couple. Well, Morgott does.

On the other hand, you think he's your living, breathing jungle gym and so you take every moment you can to just... be all over him.

Him not understanding your fascination with his tail. It's not uncommon to find you playing with it or— are those... flowers wreaths? On his tail?

Of course, Morgott highkey lowkey indulges your fascination, teasing you by holding his tail high enough so you can't reach it.

Chiding Morgott for his self-care. Or lack thereof. It's improved with your help.

Trying to convince him to change that cloak of his to something not so tattered but Skrunklegott can't be bothered so... there's that. For now. You're totally gonna get Boc to rectify this.

Morgott leaning into your touch whenever you touch his horns. Or his face. Hell, whenever you touch him, he's a goner.

Strolls in nature outside of Leyndell. Sometimes you walk alongside him, sometimes you don't and his shoulder is surprisingly comfortable.

Beholding the Erdtree together at night. This is also when you two shared your first kiss.

Morgott being the first to say those three words. You thought it was cute how flustered he was. Morgott was so shocked by his confession (he blurted it out) that he was about to take it back out of embarrassment until you smiled and told him you loved him, too.

Morgott highkey planning your future with him because let him tell it, he knew early on that you'd be his consort.

#2queued4u. #elden ring #eldensoulsborne #morgott the omen king #elden ring x reader #elden ring x you #morgott x reader #morgott x you #morgott x tarnished #✨ TarGott is eternal.✨

[vhsart]

Some simping based off cut Malenia dialogue where she calls you a “sweet Tarnished” and her “Dearest companion”  

#elden ring #elden ring fanart #malenia goddess of rot #malenia blade of miquella #malenia x reader #malenia x tarnished #malenia the severed #cleanrot knight finlay #caelid #carian royal family #raya lucaria #morgott x tarnished #elden ring oc #souls like

[acapelladitty]

Morgott/Reader - Teasing (Kinktober #8)

Summary - Enjoying a very private moment with the Omen King, you tell Morgott an interesting tale which has a very wicked and ulterior motive for you both to enjoy.

“Filthy tarnished, thy tongue is as soiled as thy undergarments.” A gnarled finger brushed the scant fabric which covered your sex and even the light touch drew a keening sigh from your lips as his finger came away damp. Heat building in your groin, you roll your hips against his lap, teasing the thick, hardened length which remained hidden away below his tattered robe.

“My tongue is talented in many ways, my king. Allow me to show you.” With a coquettish flutter of lashes, you extend your hand towards his palm and wait for permission.

He complies quickly and the weight of his hand dwarfing your own is almost enough to make you giggle but you bite it back in an instant. Instead, you curl your hand around his finger to bring the dampened digit to your mouth.

“Tarnished-” Morgott mutters but cuts himself off with a hitched breath as you part your lips and flick your tongue along the pad of his finger.

You taste yourself, the cooling tang of your own arousal flooding your mouth as you press forward to suckle at the tip of his finger; teeth threatening the rough skin there as you swirl your tongue around the digit to pull it in further. Giving it all the attention you would soon be providing to another, very pronounced part of his anatomy as it noticeably twitched beneath your cunt.

Morgott growled at the display, the rumble of the sound coursing through you like a vibration and you immediately decide that you will do whatever it takes to make him do it again.

“My king?” You ask, pulling his finger free of your mouth long enough to glance up at him with wide, questioning eyes that brim with faux innocence.

His hands drop to wrap around your waist, pinning you in place as his mouth dips forward to press against the shell of your ear.

“Don’t think I will be fooled by that virtuous gaze.” Morgott mutters and his hot breath against your skin makes you shiver. “You forget that I have enjoyed the deviancies that you offer so willingly. No innocent maiden would dare to spread her legs so willingly for such a monster.”

“You caught me.” You gasp out, tilting your head to allow him to run his lips along your exposed neck, his sharp teeth grazing the skin in a deliciously threatening way. “Now what will you do with me, my king?”

“Hmm,” Morgott considered his options, “perhaps I should force thee to thy knees? Have thee service thy king like a true whore should?”

His hand wraps around your waist and the sheer power and strength which radiates from his grip as he easily plucks you from his lap and drops you gently to the floor before him takes your breath away. The floor is chilly beneath your knees and you shuffle uncomfortably as you seek out a position which is a little more enjoyable – your eyes never shifting from the thick heft of his cock as it now juts free of his tattered robe.

Much like the omen himself, his cock is monstrous. As thick as your wrist and mottled by a pinkish hue which extends out into his reddened cockhead, his entire length is dotted with small barbs which almost seem to curl against your fingers as you brush against them. Soft and only slightly textured, you had long since discovered their sensitivity and your elbows fan out across Morgott’s knees as you stroke your hand along his cock, your fingers unable to touch due to the girth.

“Shall I tell you a story, brave Omen King?” You ask, enjoying how responsive he is being as his body shudders beneath your gentle ministrations.

Caught off guard by the question, his expression quirks for a moment before settling into heated amusement. Morgott nods, his eyes gazing down at you as you remain in what must be a delightfully submissive position before him.

“In my village, the older girls would whisper a story around the fires late at night.” You began, using his undivided attention to your advantage as your hands fumble messily with the head of his cock before slipping to down to cup his balls. “Only when all the men were gone, and the little ones had fallen asleep. Isadora and her Beast, is what they called it.”

Rutting slightly into your hand as he fought to keep his control, Morgott’s fingers were curled around the arms of his chair and his knuckles were visibly white with the effort of keeping them there.”

“Yes?” He encourages, his tone tight and strained.

“Isadora was a maiden, one of great beauty, who spent most of her days down by the riverside washing her bed rags and clothing.” Pumping his length, you match the cadence of your tale with your hand for added emphasis, making note of the clear droplets of release which were weeping freely from his slit. “One day, after the sun had begun to set across the way, she was set upon by a pack of wolves. Terrifying beasts which all the locals feared due to their ferocity, Isadora quickly found her shift dress ripped to shred by the beasts as they attempted to tear at her with their teeth.”

“Poor maiden, foolish for her to journey alo-.”

“Silence, my king. This is my story.” You hush, tapping a finger along his cockhead to silence him as his hips buck into your fingers. “But Isadora was quickly saved from certain death. As she cowered by her wash basket, a beast of monstrous size set upon the wolves, driving them off just as quickly as they had appeared. It was a creature of old, a monster which stood over her like the evening sky and it gazed down at her with a hunger which sparked a heat in her exposed skin – her heart racing as warmth spread through her most intimate parts.”

Morgott’s eyes were lidded as they gazed down at you, his head tilting as his fangs peeked free of his curled lips – eagerly anticipating the next part of the tale as his cock jerked within your grip. So focused on your task, your other hand dipped beneath your skirt and your breath jumps in your throat as you provide some relief to your aching cunt, your fingers quickly growing slippery due to your arousal.

“As reward for saving her, she told the beast to do what it wished with her. To use her how it desired, and desire is what it sought. The beast set upon her, knocking her roughly to the ground and tearing what remained of her shift from her skin. It used its claws. It used its tongue. It ravaged her in a way that no man ever had, and Isadora screamed her ecstasy to the heavens as the beast took her.”

“Filth.” Morgott growled, watching with interest as your free hand continued to move beneath your skirt – his nose flaring as he scented the fresh arousal in the air. “You sound as though you admire her.”

“I sometimes wondered, when I lay in my own bed in the dark of the night - my hand moving between my thighs, slickened by my own need as it is now - if I would have been as brave in her situation.”

“Bravery is not lacking within you, common sense perhaps, but never bravery, foolish tarnished.”

Squeezing the tip of his cock, his teasing words dropped into a bestial gasp – one which showcased every one of his sharpened teeth as his head reclined and his cock twitched in your grasp, desperate for more as it leaked pre-cum freely.

“I asked you what you were going to do with me, my king.”

“Indeed you did, my light.”

Pulling your fingers free of your cunt, you rise to unsteady feet and press your digits to his lips – gasping in delight as his tongue does not hesitate in slipping free to wrap around your fingers and pull them greedily to his mouth, tasting you with earnest.

“Ravage me. Take me in such a way that the tale of Isadora and her beast would feel shame to even be put into comparison. By claw, by tongue, and by cock. Make me yours in such a way that no other could ever compare.”

The growl which slips past your fingers as they remain within Morgott’s mouth sparks a deep shudder across your skin as you relax your frame, ready for your beastly king to once again take what is rightfully his.

#morgott the omen king #morgott the grace given #elden ring morgott #morgott x reader #elden ring #fromsoft #Soulsborne #morgott x you #smut

[monstrousvoice]

Have any of y'all seen this post before? It's important.

A Tarnished not native to the Lands Between, and doesn't speak the common tongue: *In a thick accent* "Omen bring good luck, not bad luck. I have Omen, see, him face,"

Morgott, golden eye peaked open to watch the Tarnished as their hands scratch around the base of his horns: "..."

The Tarnished: "And I am not dead today! Good luck!"

#Elden Ring #Morgott #Morgott The Omen King #Morgott X Tarnished #Morgott X Reader #This is so dumb but I thought it was cute

[lovelybrooke]

Morgott will definitely keep her with him he'd say it's for our protection but let's be honest he have more intentions of keeping us with him also I can't help but imagines we come to land between after the shattering and war of demigods so we will meet tarnished and we help them in their journey but for some reason they seem very touchy and don't want to let go keep holding our hand in one of his hand while the other one kill and destroy harm from us although the way he killed one of the nobles that tries to harm you is very brutes of them (yandere tarnished maybe romantic )

I personally the platonic route better, where reader is a child who found themselves in the Lands Between after the Shattering and Morgott finds them and becomes a pseudo father to them. When the tarnished appear in The Lands Between, I could see them thinking Morgott kidnapped you and you are with him against your will, so the Tarnished takes you in hoping to find your actual parents. When Morgott realizes his child is gone, and that the Tarnished took them, it fills him with even more resentment for the Tarnished. Eventually, the Tarnished could become a platonic Yandere for you, especially due to how vulnerable the reader would be in this scenario.

You could also do Romantic yandere Tarnished, where the reader is older and is still being taken care of by Morgott, but develops a romantic relationship with the tarnished. I could see the Tarnished first viewing the reader as a prize to be one or something to be taken from Morgott, but once they get to know the reader better their feelings become much more genuine. Wanting to protect the reader could fuel the Tarnished motivation to kill the demigods.

#yandere x reader #soft yandere #platonic yandere #elden ring x reader #yandere elden ring #elden ring #elden ring morgott #tarnished

[tamariasykes-art]

Could I please ask you for a thingy about Morgott discovering that the Dung Eater is on the loose and plans to subject the Veiled King's lover to the (fatal and implied to be torturous) seedbed curse?

The first sign is a defiled corpse that appears in the streets of Leyndell. Due to the grotesque nature of the murder and the weird growth on the body, the matter makes its way from the guards to Margit and in turn to the Veiled King himself. From the first glance, Morgott quickly knows that what has befallen the victim is a Seedbed Curse and he knows that there is only one person capable of inflicting such a diseases.

He sends his spectral form down into the Subterranean Shunning-Grounds to confirm for himself that the Dung Eater as truly escaped his prison. Once his suspicious are confirmed, he will order the soldiers in Leyndell to be on high alert and report any strange happenings to him immediately. He sends more of his scouts out to spread in an around the capital, to act as his eyes and ears and monitor anyone who enter and leaves the city.

When the second defiled body appears, this time attached with a very direct threat towards his partner, Morgott is at first fuming. He withdraws to his chamber for the rest of the day to calm down, but his thoughts are running wild as he paces up and down his office. He is angry that the Dung Eater has managed to escape his prison, that someone so foul has been woken by grace yet again while the victims of his curse are never allowed the chance to return to the Erdtree.

The Erdtree. Whenever Morgott finds himself in doubt or otherwise uncertain of what to do, he finds solace in the presence of the Tree. He goes outside for a breath of fresh air and to pray. He feels calm afterwards.

That same evening, once his partner has settled down for the night he sits down to study some older scriptures detailing the Dung Eaters crimes and familiarizes himself with his enemy. He has heard about the atrocities the Dung Eater commit before he was imprisoned and later trialed. But he wants to refresh his memory on the matter to better plan ahead.

As he delves deeper into the scrolls, he reaches confirmation that for the Seedbed Curse to be planted, the victim usually has to perish beforehand and once the curse is inflicted, there is no way to cure it. With this in mind and no knew information from the guards he retires for the night.

The next morning he sits down to discuss the matter with his lover. It's a difficult conversation for him, mostly because he feels partly at fault for what has transpired but also because he would prefer to quickly handle this threat on his own and not bother his partner.

But he also knows that they have a right to know of anything that might threaten their life and that they have asked him to be more forthcoming and open when something burdens him. Morgott will share what he has acquired so far and depending on what kind of person his lover may be, they will act together accordingly.

Path 1:

If his partner is not a fighter or a confrontational person, Morgott will take on the task of ridding Leyndell of the Dung Eater on his own. With his knights watching every corner of the capital, he begins to devise a strategy to lure the Dung Eater out of his hiding.

He makes sure his partner stays inside for the next couple of days, in the safety of their shared quarters while he summons an illusion in their likeness that takes their place for the times when their partner is out in public.

Morgott makes sure to spend more time with his lover as he waits for the metaphorical fish to take the bait. He can't help but fuss over them, even if he knows the are well cared for. That they might be more worried about their safety than his own is something he fails to notice completely.

The next few days pass with only a few incidents, attempted attack at Leyndells knights with the attackers vanishing before they could be captured. Morgott knows that the Dung Eater is growing impatient, so he adjust his plans accordingly. The illusion of his partner ventures outside their quarters for longer, he adjust the patrol of the knights to leave small holes in their schedules.

Once the Dung Eater will take the bait, Margit will be there to put a swift end to his plans. He doesn't linger or hesitate when he delivers the final blow, instead he is just glad to have ridden the world from this vile person.

Path 2:

If his lover is a warrior and wishes to eliminate the Dung Eater themselves, Morgott would feel another new set of anxieties on top of his already existing ones. Among the many fears he has, seeing any harm or even death come near his lover is probably the biggest.

When his lover first breaches the topic, Morgott will probably shut them down. Even when he is well aware that he can't tell them what to do, a tiny part of him hopes that he could persuade them to take a different approach.

With a lot of gentle reasoning, they can finally manage to persuade him to let them handle the matter. This won't stop Morgott from fussing over them for the next days however as they prepare for the upcoming battle.

Before his lover heads out to search for the Dung Eater, Morgott will halt them, with a tense expression and explain that he has something to give to them, before they head out. He isn't particular gifted with Erdtree Incantations beyond the summoning of illusions like Margit or his weapons, but to support his lover he spent a lot of time and effort to master a specific incantation.

He conjures a blessing for them, that will shield them from harm should they find themselves injured and give them the strength to carry on, should they need it. If Morgott doesn't accompany them when they go out to slay the Dung Eater, he will stay behind and wait anxiously for their return. His duties for that day will remain undone as he all to consumed be restlessness wanders up and down their shared quarters.

When word finally arrives that the Dung Eater has been defeated and his lover his well, he feels relieved and hurries of to tend to them, should they need anything.

#ask #answered #my post #my headcanons #elden ring #morgott x reader #morgott the omen king #dung eater #hope you dont mind that i wrote headcanons instead of a full text

[vertebrates-and-pieces]

... Alright, because my Morgott fluff craving is still strong.

What's the best way(s) to comfort Morgott?

For bonus: How would he comfort his partner?

Morgott, despite his complex of unworthiness, is also a paradoxically prideful individual. This combination makes him tend to lash out at most attempts at comfort, especially at first.

All platitudes will be swiftly rebuffed

"I'm sorry you went through that," Will only earn a huff and a terse response.

"Spare me thy pity."

He's not being rude or obstinate on purpose, mind you, he is simply so used to being almost entirely self reliant that accepting comfort or help feels like an insult. Wretched he may be, but who are you to look down upon him?! He has accomplished so much with so little, and to accept help or comfort almost feels like relinquishing a part of him that makes him who he is. He is firmly of the opinion that doesn't need your kindness as much as he doesn't deserve it.

The best way to comfort him when he gets into this whole thought pattern is to abstract it if that makes any sense. Find an example that seems unrelated but one that he can understand. He will likely argue at first but later return and begrudgingly accept what you have to offer. It is best not to rub it in his face that you were right, but to instead thank him for returning, for allowing you to help.

The Erdtree needs no help to stand tall, but his place as its staunch protector still has merit and does not devalue it's majesty. To begrudge a tree for being unable to hold a sword is to misunderstand its nature. As much as it pains him to admit defeat, it is hard to argue against that which he already accepts as true.

Be it truths, kindness, or even his own nature, he will become better at accepting over time.

If he's at the point where he is willing to accept touch and physical gestures, tactile comfort actually helps him a great deal. He is starved for touch and companionship more than he'll ever admit, so though he might say otherwise, the hand of someone he trusts rubbing up and down his arm means a great deal to him. The weight of this person leaning against him is grounding, keeping him firmly in the here and now where he is cared for and not alone. If they were to massage the tense knots of muscles that he refuses to acknowledge, he may grumble, call it unnecessary, but he won't actually complain. And if he leans into it and sighs, who's to say.

When comforting him with words, address things that he's actually proud of first before going into complimenting things that he does not like about himself, it lends credibility to the statements. Reassure him of your care and devotion often, he needs to hear it.

He will reserve his provision of comfort for those he deems worthy of it, but once that requirement is met, he is quite the giver. He will be stiff and hesitant at first as the comfort of another person is not something he is used to providing, but he is very good at lending an ear, and can be shockingly gentle and perceptive. He will mentally catalog what works and what doesn't, he will watch and learn how to be attentive to their wants and needs. Despite his sharp and biting tongue, he is capable of such genuine and heartfelt words, I know it I just know it.

I think his default comfort go-to is protection and service. He will instinctively assume a defensive position around you, glaring at any perceived threats as he ushers you away to a safer, more secure location. Need some water? Done. Quiet? He can make it so. Need someone tracked down and killed? The Night's Cavalry are currently scouring the area. Wait, you don't need any of that? You just need to be held? ….fine…. He can oblige. He's relieved you asked because he really wanted to hold you but he has a fearsome reputation to uphold and don't you laugh at him, this is a tactical choice he's is NOT shy the nerve

You really know you've made it once you are able to affectionately tease each other about these things. When you are able to call him an old sap and kiss him on the cheek when his eye becomes watery over a fond memory and only receive a snarl that is just for show instead of any actual indignation, that's the surest proof you've reached max affinity.

#emmie answers #morgott #morgott x reader #Morgott x tarnished #big fan of tsundere old men on this blog

[whitemaskedvarre-hoarde]

I've reposted this artists work alot, but i can't help it, their sorcerer Rogier and white faced/masked Varré elden ring fanart renditions are soooo good 😍😫🙌

#elden ring #elden ring fanart #sorcerer rogier #white faced varre #white mask varre #white masked varre #varre #mohg #mohgwynn #mohg the omen #tarnished #morgott x tarnished #morgott/tarnished #varre x tarnished #varre x reader #elden ring varre #rogier #elden ring rogier

[omenhaara]

No fanfics about the tree sentinels? Really??

That sentinel in the Limgrave is the reason i started playing the game 😭

#he is so hot and big and and and #ughhhhhhh #elden ring #elden ring x reader #tarnished #tree sentinel #radagon #radahn #morgott

[eldenbiscuit]

An absolutely beautiful birthday Morgott from @bora-in-tamriel, isn't he stunning? :D Not part of TGH, just a snapshot of an affectionate moment. Love to see him happy. ❤️

#morgott #morgott x tarnished #morgott the grace given #morgott x reader #morgott the omen king #elden ring margit #margit the fell omen #margit the fell #margit x tarnished

[wxnheart]

Your gasp caught in your throat as he pressed against you harder.

And god—god help you but fuck. Oh fuck—

You felt self-restraint in tight muscles, felt raw desire as hands grasped, palmed, and caressed your hips and ass. His huff of frustration kissed the crook of your neck and you could only let out a throaty laugh in response.

Oh, but the feel of his dick pressed against you...

My god.

You both were falling apart at the seams but YOU, you damn tease, you goddamn craving, his fucking obsession, YOU—

You fucking goad him. You beg him. And fuck if it doesn't sound like sweet music to his ears.

"Baby... Darling," you whisper, primal urge coating the air, "Fuck me."

He says nothing.

But a visceral snarl, flowing through your body like electric currents, told you everything you needed to know.

He's gonna deliver.

#multifandom imagines #nsfw. #soap mactavish x reader #simon riley x reader #alejandro vargas x reader #john price x reader #konig x reader #phillip graves x reader #morgott x reader #jason todd x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #call of duty x reader #elden ring x reader #jjk x reader #dcu x reader #honestly it can be anyone you envision. #you could actually see this as a sequel to the first imagine I posted.

[whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon]

Because my mind just refused to let this go as I work on my fic, here's some crack!canon featuring you x your favorite character:

Morgott has the uncanny ability to finish your sentences for you. No, he isn't psychic (at least... he doesn't think so), he's just really attuned to you. (You still think he's psychic, though)

Since your relationship with him started, Godwyn absolutely, positively cannot get a good night's sleep (and he loves a good night's sleep, credits it for his happy disposition) if you're not in bed with him. And if you take too long to get it in bed, he'll hit you with the puppy dog eyes until you do. And next thing you know, you have a sleeping demi-god in your arms.

Boggart actually DOES NOT like it if you eat other people's cooking. Your taste buds are his alone, dammit. So, too, are your eyes because he loves the way you ogle his chest.

Radagon actually does not mind it when you choose his outfits for him. He's confident in your fashion choices most of the time and his ability to effortlessly look good in whatever you pick out for him. And for the hundredth time, no, he will not go naked. His body is for your viewing pleasure only.

Mohg will never admit it but it was Varré who played wingman and helped him to woo you. You really thought Mohg could wax poetry so effortlessly, didn't you?

The depths of Radahn's love for you can't be quantified. I take it back, it can be. How do you know? Well, a drunken Starscourge told you. He told you his love for you is as big as Leonard and then showed you with his hands. He loves you THIS.MUCH. Okay, then. Radahn was so proud of himself for saying that. And then he passed out. Poor baby meant well. You took extra care of him the next day as he nursed his hangover.

Gideon has caught you laughing at Nepheli's imitation of him more than once.

To your surprise, Godrick's grafting has made him... incredibly ticklish. You may or may not use it to great effect (if only because you want to hear him genuinely laugh) and sometimes he'll hide from you. It's like this really interesting game of hide and seek except Godrick's not really playing. He kinda is. Um...

You actually find it hilarious that Blaidd hates the cold and will playfully tease him about it. Blaidd being the good sport that he is only snorts because you ALWAYS get under his cloak when you're cold. ALWAYS.

Ranni actually likes that you can (and do) pick her up. This being Ranni, of course she has to express her disapproval. Of course.

Varré loves surprise kisses. An exceptionally good kiss will have him giggling like a madman. And don't you dare tell Luminary Mohg about this. ʘ‿ʘ

Diallos loves it when you style his hair. He loves the way your fingers run through his curls and massage his scalp.

You can and have gotten lost in Rogier's eyes. You never hesitate to tell him how beautiful they are. And he never hesitates to blush and kiss your hand in response.

You like to playfully smack Patches on his ass and tell him how good he looks in his pants. Patches being Patches, of course, will smirk and wink at you. And then he'll tease you by wearing even more form-fitting pants. Oh, Patches...

#elden ring #elden crack. #crackcanon. #morgott the omen king #sorcerer rogier #godwyn the golden #godrick the grafted #elden ring x reader #too many damn tags yet again.

[vhsart]

My Cleanrot Knight OCs Lark and Anwen. This armour set is so detailed but I love it!

#cleanrot knight finlay #cleanrot #elden ring #elden ring fanart #elden ring fanfic #godfrey the first elden lord #malenia goddess of rot #malenia blade of miquella #malenia x finlay #malenia x reader #calied #starscourge radahn #general radahn #blaidd x tarnished #morgott x tarnished

[wilted-rose]

Matches made in hell. ER Edition

I want to see how these would play out. No context btw.

Godwyn x A poor commoner

Morgott x A incredibly traditional noble (aka racist to omens)

Mogh x A devoted follower of Queen Marika

Radahn x A valkyrie of Melania (if not valkyrie, then knight)

Rykard x A snake hater

Ranni x A tarnished who takes no side in the political world of the lands in between

Melania x A soldier of Radahn

Radagon x A anarchist who sees no peace

MommyRennala x A tarnished who always dies

Marika x A pacifist

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